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My first question would be what the fuck is he doing watching a channel like that? The motherfuckers clearly hate women.
But that’s actually the least of my concerns.
What’s more pressing is how I’m going to make the bastards pay for laughing at Ivy’s pain.
I do my best to put a cap on my rage … because it’s well past anger at this point. Rational or not, my need to protect Ivy is all I can think about.
An hour later I’m practically pushing my friends out of my condo. I’ve slightly calmed down but it’s only because I’ve semi formulated a plan of how to handle this.
I wave Crystal and Antoine out as they leave, but stop Scott with a grip around his arm.
“What the hell are you doing watching that shit?” I grit out between clenched teeth.
Sighing, he rubs the back of his neck. “I know, man. They’re assholes. I told you I stopped watching them. I started watching them right after my breakup with Maria.”
My hand falls away from his arm as my anger with Scott decreases. He’d gone through a very public, and very ugly, breakup with Maria Grant, another actress he’d met on the set of a film.
After two years of dating, Scott was talking about marriage, but their relationship became public fodder when it was revealed she’d been cheating on him for months with a powerful Hollywood producer.
The situation nearly completely tanked his career. And he fell into a deep depression that he almost didn’t make it out of.
“It’s been a while since I’ve paid attention to those guys. But it came to me the other day where I’d seen Ivy’s face before. I had to show you.”
I nod. “Thanks for letting me know.”
He narrows his eyes on me. “You have that look.”
My eyebrows raise in question.
“That look you got when you found out the guy playing a minor role in that romantic comedy you were in was doing some vile shit to women,” he reminds me.
There was a D-list actor who earned a role in a film I’d been on. But it got out that he liked taking women home from nightclubs. That would’ve been fine except he bragged about having an agreement with the bartenders at said clubs to put shit in the women’s drinks.
So, yeah, when he bragged to me about it like I was okay with that type of shit, he ended up with a black eye and broken arm. And an eventual ten-year-long prison sentence for assault.
“He had it coming to him.”
Scott holds up his hands. “You don’t have to worry about me, man. I don’t watch that type of bullshit anymore. I was fucked up after everything that happened with Maria. It’s not an excuse, just an explanation.”
I nod, and we high-five one another.
“See you later.”
As soon as the door closes behind him, I pull out my cell phone. It’s not too late back home.
“Who in that godforsaken city has fucked up this time?” my uncle, Brutus, answers on the second ring.
While he’s no longer our family’s official head of security, Uncle Brutus still handles some off-the-record privacy and security matters for the family.
“I need a favor.”
CHAPTER 16
Ivy
“Ivy, the dresses for the extras came in more wrinkled than expected,” Lillian says, stopping me in the hallway of the main filming set. “Do you think you can help the intern with the steaming so they’re ready for tomorrow?”
“Of course. I’m headed that way now.”
